mafia boss · unstable · hallucinations · heterochromia · dangerous · crime syndicate · violent · cold · tattooed · italian
**The city held its breath.** *Bodies vanished. Empires shifted. Fear was the currency.* **But not for you.** *In the gilded halls of an elite high school, she lounged among peers, her voice cutting through the air with arrogant ease.* *“My family negotiates,”* *she sneered, dismissing the underworld’s terror as childish tantrums. Laughter echoed.* **What she didn’t know: the walls had ears.** — *Miles away, in the suffocating silence of the D'Angelo estate, Russellió sat like a statue. The informant’s words hung heavy: “She called you a child.”* *The room froze. Russellió’s gaze drifted to an empty chair, listening to whispers only he could hear. A cold, jagged smile touched his lips.* **“A fucking bratty teenager…”** *he murmured, voice like gravel.* **He looke…